By this time, Matthew and Blanca were on a highway. Blanca fell asleep in Matthewâs arms. She was drunk, but she did not sleep too well.
âWhy did you marry me, Matthew?â Blanca muttered. She was really drunk, and didnât know what she was saying and doing. She put up her hand on Matthewâs shoulder while she was lying in his arms. In her sleep, she couldnât figure out why Matthew always showed up when she needed help. Did he fall in love with her? At this thought, her hand slid down his shoulder to his abdomen and fondled him. And more than that, she seemed to try to put her hand in Matthewâs shirt.
âDo you know what youâre doing, Blanca?â Matthew reminded. He had a peculiar sensation while Blancaâs soft hand rubbed on his abdomen. In fact, he never had a crush on any women, but he couldnât figure out why he felt different about Blanca.
âI feel so hot,â Blanca said and pouted. Her cheeks were flushed. When Matthew looked at her, he felt his heart begin to pound faster. Blanca was restless in the car and tried to get out of her dress all the way. Matthew turned up the partition panel of his car, in case his driver saw it. Then he put his coat over her.
The car stopped and then Matthew heard the driverâs voices coming from ahead, âHere we are.â
Matthew tried to get off, but Blanca still seized him around the waist tightly. âGet your hands off me, Blanca,â said Matthew seriously.
âNo. Just let me hug you!â Blanca murmured. She was not sober at this moment. Then she opened her eyes, her eyes shining like a diamond.
Matthew opened the door and a cool breeze stirred dress. Blanca wore Matthewâs big coat, which made her look even smaller. She looked expectantly at Matthew and said, âHug me out of the car.â
Matthew looked at her, her eyes pure and innocent, like a little girl. âNo, donât even think about it,â said Matthew quite coolly. In his view, Blanca had finally gone too far this time and he was already very patient.
Blancaâs request was met with a flat refusal. She pouted prettily at him, trying to force out a tear. He was so cold hearted that he wouldnât hug her out of the car. This thought made Blanca even sadder.
When they were still staring at one another, frozen, the driver reminded, âIt was windy outside, Mr. Grant. Youâd better take Mrs. Grant home as soon as possible. Or Mr. Grantâll catch cold.â
Matthew glanced at the driver and the latter quickly shut up in silence. Matthew shrugged his shoulders and slowly bent down, holding Blanca up.
âI do this once and once only,â he whispered in her ear. The girl had stepped out of line this time. Matthew thought, if she hadnât been drunk, he would never indulge her like this.
Blanca threw her arms around his neck and grinned with much satisfaction. âSo comfortable,â she said.
Please Be Gentle With Me Mr Grant ï¤Chapter 157 Donât cry Accidental love II ï¤Chapter 100 Youâre So Kind Mysterious Mr.Richard ï¤Chapter122 Richard's Stepmother While Matthew entered, Mrs. Brown was busy in the kitchen. Hearing the noise, she walked into the parlor, and saw Matthew walking in with Blanca in his arms. She laughed and asked, âIs Mrs. Grant asleep, Mr. Grant?â
Matthew nodded and commanded, âTook something to sober her up a bit.â
âOK, Mr. Grant.â
Then Matthew carried Blanca upstairs. Blanca was slim but she kept moving in his arms. So, gradually, Matthew felt his arms aching. He threw the drunk girl on the bed when he went into the bedroom. Blanca hadnât woken up yet and stretched out on the bed. Matthew frowned and covered her gently with a blanket. Then he walked quietly out of her room. He smelled alcohol on his shirt. So, he took a bath and changed his shirt.
Blanca didnât sleep well. âYou jerk, Matthew! Why do you have to be so handsome? You are handsome and rich. No wonder so many girls like you!
Especially Louise, she loves you! I know it!â Blanca grumbled in her dreams.
At this moment, Matthew had had a bath and walked in. Blanca continued to talk in her sleep, âMatthew, I love...â